“You’re still not qualified to be a fixer for royal problems,” warned her husband, as Meher joined Samrat on stage for the jaimala.
“Do you think I should set up an office like Olivia Pope?” she asked, ignoring his stern warning, as she had been doing since the day they got married.
Meanwhile, Diya and Isha stared at two very handsome men flanking the bridegroom.
They turned to Shivina and nudged her.
“Do we know those men?” asked Isha.
“They are Samrat’s best friends, Rumi and Sid.”
“Single?” asked Diya, and Shivina nodded.
“Hallelujah,” murmured Isha.
“I’d like to remind the three of you thatyouare married,” snapped Ranvijay, who was getting a little worried by their antics.
“We just want to know the lay of the land,” Isha argued.
“What do they do?” asked Diya.
“Just retired from the army. They are planning to start a security firm,” said Shivina.
Ranvijay groaned and walked away from the three meddlesome women.
“Where are you going?” called out Shivina.
“To warn them about what’s in store for them,” he replied.